"What do I think about The Lonely World of The Dudley Corporation by The Dudley Corporation? I don't think you are going to like this...
Track 4, Stutter could be mistaken for my dentist's favourite drill bits being plunged into the living tooth-pulp over and over again while he hums bad bluegrass novelty hits gently to himself if you don't listen very carefully, and, believe me, you don't want to. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've heard an album quite this bad. I do this for a living, and you won't believe the shit you get sent as the 'Next Big Thing'. Take track 5, Stupid for example - if I'd wanted a recording of The Dudley Corporation's own internal organs attempting to end it all towards the end of the track I'd have asked for it. Take it away and put it out of its misery. Please. It's things like She Falls that makes people want to kill each other.
Like a christmas novelty sing-along hit in Estonia, track 7, A Song Against The City should not be played to the vulnerable. Or those with ears. The sound of Monica Seles' serve grunts looped repeatedly over three partridges attempting to play the drums that track eight, The Small Hours so accurately reproduces is relieved only by the fact there are no pictures to go with it. Sticking my fingers in my ears made track nine, Quick sound a whole lot better, but not as much as putting an axe through my CD player.
In fact, a fruits of the forest yoghurt has more cultural significance."
"Joan of Arse? Oh my God. I thought Joan of Arse's fans died out years ago. I remember Distant Hearts, A Little Closer as being particularly awful...
Things Asleep In The Sun should have been left off this album. It's marginally better than the rest and, frankly, only draws attention to their simplistic banality. The sound of the little pop and splash that comes before the scream after accidentally lodging a knitting needle in your eye that track 5, The Bellringer's Warning & Other Stories so accurately reproduces is relieved only by the fact there are no pictures to go with it. Watching Films With The Sound Down sounds like my own personal hell from its start right through to its (bleated) finish.
In fact, I feel violated from just having to discuss this stuff with you."
http://www.chthonicionic.net/bile/default.asp
Track 4, Stutter could be mistaken for my dentist's favourite drill bits being plunged into the living tooth-pulp over and over again while he hums bad bluegrass novelty hits gently to himself if you don't listen very carefully, and, believe me, you don't want to. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've heard an album quite this bad. I do this for a living, and you won't believe the shit you get sent as the 'Next Big Thing'. Take track 5, Stupid for example - if I'd wanted a recording of The Dudley Corporation's own internal organs attempting to end it all towards the end of the track I'd have asked for it. Take it away and put it out of its misery. Please. It's things like She Falls that makes people want to kill each other.
Like a christmas novelty sing-along hit in Estonia, track 7, A Song Against The City should not be played to the vulnerable. Or those with ears. The sound of Monica Seles' serve grunts looped repeatedly over three partridges attempting to play the drums that track eight, The Small Hours so accurately reproduces is relieved only by the fact there are no pictures to go with it. Sticking my fingers in my ears made track nine, Quick sound a whole lot better, but not as much as putting an axe through my CD player.
In fact, a fruits of the forest yoghurt has more cultural significance."
"Joan of Arse? Oh my God. I thought Joan of Arse's fans died out years ago. I remember Distant Hearts, A Little Closer as being particularly awful...
Things Asleep In The Sun should have been left off this album. It's marginally better than the rest and, frankly, only draws attention to their simplistic banality. The sound of the little pop and splash that comes before the scream after accidentally lodging a knitting needle in your eye that track 5, The Bellringer's Warning & Other Stories so accurately reproduces is relieved only by the fact there are no pictures to go with it. Watching Films With The Sound Down sounds like my own personal hell from its start right through to its (bleated) finish.
In fact, I feel violated from just having to discuss this stuff with you."
http://www.chthonicionic.net/bile/default.asp
Was wondering what was going on until I clicked the link. Class!
